#roughly average height for a woman

[babymillennial]

Since chapter 6 of my fic is officially up, and Ellie's true form has been revealed to anyone reading (and I trust that you are all reading), I can now share this fun little pic I drew up of the actual height diff between Aaravos and Ellie.

[howtofightwrite]

Have you read GRRM books? He claims swords needed to be “especially designed for women’s hands” how true is this?

About as true as all of those, “girl guns.” Because, as you know, a woman cannot hold a Glock unless it's pink or sky blue. Which is to say, not even remotely true.

You might get a situation where a child would be unable to operate a weapon designed for adults because the grip is too cumbersome, but even this is going to be something of an outlier. Even years later the Nicholas Cage's line from Lord of War (2005) sticks with me, when describing the AK he narrates, “...so simple a child could use it, and they do.”

Just like basically any other common grip you encounter in your daily life, from screwdrivers to steering-wheels and cell phones, selling smaller, or more colorful ones, is strictly a marketing gimick.

Now, is a legitimate context, but it doesn't really have anything to do with the wielder's sex. If they had the money, the time, and the desire for a perfect grip, they might commission a smith to produce a grip specifically for their hand. Though, the only place I've ever come across this was in competitive fencing. I have seen cases where someone modifies their blade's grip with tape or other materials to better fit their hand, or the addition of a leather (usually shagreen) wrap over their grip, but even that is somewhat unusual. (Shagreen is leather from a shark or ray, and it grips the skin, making it easier to hold, especially when wet.)

Ironically, girl guns do illustrate the one case where have some weight: Weapons as fashion accessories.

I know I've complained about weapons (particularly handguns) as fashion accessories in previous posts, but the truth is that using weapons like this is not new behavior. In the early modern era, one of the ways the rising middle class liked to display their status was with a sidearm. (In this case, referring to a sidesword or, later, a rapier.) I've looked specifically into women carrying sidearms at that point in history, but it really would not surprise me in the least if they did, and if there were, that at least some of those swords were specifically designed to be more delicate and, “feminine,” per their owner's tastes. (Though, to be fair, a more delicate grip on a rapier would be fairly impressive, as the grips tend to be pretty thin.) This is a case where you might want to look into it further, if it really catches your interest, but I've never really run this down before.

If you're still dubious, feel free to wander into nearly any HEMA event, and you'll have a better than average chance of a woman being willing to prove this idea false with a Zweihander, that may in fact be taller than she is. (Historically, Zwiehanders could be over 2 meters long, and chances extremely good that you're shorter than 2 meters.)

I know I'm regurgitating previous posts here, but it really is worth remembering that swords are much lighter than people think. Zweihanders are some of the heaviest battlefield swords from history, and even the heaviest examples weigh less than 9lbs. Women in HEMA can, and do, use them effectively. Swords aren't about being big and heavy, they're about being a (in this case) seven foot long razor blade.

Since we're on the Zweihander specifically (and this may also apply for some of the other greatswords, such as the Scottish Claymore), this is a case where you might have a custom weapon forged for you. However, in this case, that's more about the right blade length, then worrying about the grip being too thick or too thin. Ideally, you want the blade length to match your height (roughly), this is because of the drills with the weapon itself, though you could adjust to a longer blade if that's what you had.

Now, to be clear, the idea of someone, particularly a noble, having a blade custom forged for them specifically isn't strange. That's something that did happen, both at the noble's request, and also as diplomatic gifts from other nations. Examples of the latter resulted in beautiful art pieces that you would never take into battle.

If you had a situation where you couldn't use a sword because the grip was too large (for, whatever reason), there are ways to fix that. In an ideal situation, you could simply pop off the pommel and grip, and then replace the grip with one that was a better fit to your hand. If the tang itself was the problem (this is the metal core of the grip, and is part of the blade, which the pommel attaches to), you might be able to shave (or file) down the tang, and then replace the grip with a new one, fitted to the now smaller tang. I'm not particularly wild about modifying the tang directly, simply because there is a (minor) risk of reducing the structural integrity of the sword in the process. Though, replacing the grip (especially on a sword with a threaded pommel) is very doable, and unless someone, somehow, screws up catastrophically, it should be a pretty trivial modification. (Again, replacing a sword's original grip with a new shagreen grip does make a lot of sense if the owner wants that improved grip.)

But, to the original question, it's not really a thing.

-Starke

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[whetstonefires]

to continue my tradition of mdzs height posting, another character besides mo xuanyu who is routinely and unjustly described as tiny: Wen Qing.

according to the officially released heights, she and jin guangyao are roughly the same size. about five and a half feet tall.

which is on the small side for a man even in china, though not in medieval china, and is ofc loads smaller than the ridiculous giants making up most of the cultivator elite, but is not actually a small person.

that's statistically above average for a woman even in the modern US; in modern china it is often hard for women that height to find off-the-rack clothes. in a historical chinese setting she is mildly gargantuan. five foot six is a positively unmaidenly height.

wei wuxian (as i've previously discussed) is slightly over six feet tall at his original full growth, which is stupid tall even when you're an aristocrat who didn't starve as a child. wen qing is, in turn, too tall for wei wuxian to hook his chin over her head, even if he stands on his toes, unless she ducks.

he's got maybe more than half a head on her. she could headbutt him in the nose from a standing start, as could most adult men because he's a freak.

wen qing would walk among a group of normal-in-context women like a turkey among hens. she is not tiny.

i know cql kind of made her look that way, but in fairness their version of lan wangji is a stick of no great height also. and even on cql she's not particularly small, just exceedingly pale and slim with big eyes. i truly do not know why it's so popular to conceptualize her as teeny-tiny, except maybe for the contrast value. it's not even hornyposting.

[four2andnew]

Canon Couples and the Random Heights I Assigned Them

Just because I recently re-read this post and it's on my mind. Here's what I think these canon couples' final heights came to be and some justifications behind my thought process, as well as some headcanons. Let's start with my OTP -

Harry (6'1") and Ginny (5'0")

I'm kinda obsessed with the idea that 17yo Harry being the same height as his 21yo deceased father would grow just a couple more inches

Ginny being 5ft fits with her being the noticeably "smallest one" in the DoM during OOTP and with Harry being able to easily look over her head during the infamous First Kiss scene in HBP, putting her head at chest height of Harry (as of HBP)

Ginny is the only one who knows about Harry's petty satisfaction when he ran into Draco Malfoy some years after the war and realized he had continued to grow and Malfoy hadn't

James (5'11") and Lily (5'8")

Because they're both tall enough to be considered "tall", but not the kind of tall that is shocking

Lily being 5'8" makes her tall enough to have to look down at 14yo Harry in the graveyard scene of GOF

Ron (6'5") and Hermione (5'8")

In order for Fred and George to be "shorter and stockier" than 14yo Ron, but still slightly over 6ft so as to shrink to 5'11" in DH, I have to assume Ron's final height came to be one that most people would put in the "Holy shit you're tall" category

I know I'm going to get shouted at for Hermione's height, because she's never described as particularly tall in the books HOWEVER she's never described as particularly short either, just shorter than Harry

This 9 inch height difference give Ron & Hermione the perfect height difference for Ron to comfortably rest his chin on her head without having to hunch over awkwardly like Harry does with Ginny, so I'm sticking to it

Arthur (5'11") and Molly (4'11")

I know the movies made Arthur short and round, but he was described as thin in the books and all the Weasley boys wind up being pretty tall, so they had to get that from somewhere.

Molly is consistently described as short and dumpy throughout the series, and while Ginny is often compared to Molly physically, I just like the idea that Ginny managed to grow that extra inch that Molly never did.

Draco (6'0") and Astoria (5'11")

we know in DH Draco was slightly taller than Harry at the Malfoy Manor scene (p.457, U.S. edition of DH), so if we assume the like linked post above that Harry was 5'11" during DH, then I'd put Draco at 6 foot.

we literally know nothing about Astoria (CC doesn't count), but I picked 5'11" because it is the curse of all tall women to wind up with men roughly the same height

Lucius (5'10") and Narcissa (5'10")

we know Harry and Narcissa are the same height in HBP, so I put her at 5'10"

correct me if I'm wrong, but Lucius is never described as particularly tall, while Narcissa is. And of course, tall for a woman is average for a man. I put Lucius to be around around the same height as Narcissa because I just don't see Lucius' personality allowing him to be with a woman taller than himself.

also, see the curse of tall women above

[imasradiantasthesun]

i was inspired by this post by @evessupersecrettumbler to create a comparison chart for my headcanons for the D12 gang’s heights :D

i accidentally put Peeta as 5’11 instead of 5’10 lol whoops but point still stands, he’s a lot taller than Katniss. in the first book, she has to stand on her tip toes in order to kiss him on the jaw after the tribute parade. when he's first introduced, Katniss also describes him as "Medium height, stocky build." average height for men in the US is about 5'9. historically, average height has increased over time, and the books take place far in the future, though how this may be affected by the droughts, floods, and other environmental disasters (that a) no doubt affected access to nourishing food, and b) canonically lowered the human population in North America) is unknown to me. so i erred on the side of caution and decided that Peeta's full height is about 5'10, 5'11ish (likely after growing a bit after the 74th Games due to being much more well-fed).

through others’ words about Katniss as well as her own descriptions of herself (including the example above), we know that she is definitely small. off the top of my head i can remember: almost all of the male tributes and at least half of the female tributes in the first book are bigger than her (she also says, "Though I may be smaller naturally […]" in the same scene); in the first book she's small enough to be swallowed up by her sleeping bag; and Peeta says that Katniss, "isn't that very big" in Mockingjay.

while height is primarily determined by genetics, it can also be affected by other factors like medical conditions and malnutrition. in my opinion, both of Katniss's parents were on the shorter side, so she would've been as well anyway, but i think the fact that she was malnourished during a critical period of her childhood (aka after her father died when she was 11) sort of secured it. the average height for a woman in the US is 5'4, though in general the average height range is about 5'0 to 5'7, so the girls' heights vary a lot more than the guys' here. so i put Katniss squarely at 5'3 (on a good day lol)

we know that Gale was taller than 6’0 by the time he was 14, so i imagine him as 6’4; both of his parents are probably quite tall, and he was pretty much done growing by the time he was most heavily hit by malnutrition anyway (again, after his dad died when he was 14). Madge’s father is described as a “tall, balding man”, so i think she would be tall like him as well. she is also the most well-nourished kid in the district, so that probably helped her grow too.

Thom, Bristel, Delly, and Leevy are all basically based off of vibes and my own imagination. we know that Delly was described as (relatively) overweight, but that doesn’t really say anything about her height, so i just put her as 5'5, which is in the middle/slightly higher end of women's average range. Thom and Bristel were able to carry Gale along with Peeta (and i think Haymitch as well?) after he was whipped, so we at least know they’re strong. also, considering the fact that Gale was lying on a board at the time, i think the three of them (Peeta, Thom, and Bristel) were all roughly around the same height so they wouldn’t be uneven when carrying Gale. i also headcanon Thom and Bristel as being first cousins (their fathers are brothers), so they both got their dads' good genetics in terms of height.

there is absolutely nothing to indicate Leevy's height other than the fact that she's from the Seam, so she's malnourished. i headcanon that Leevy and Gale are second cousins through their mothers (specifically, their mothers have the same paternal grandparents), so Leevy's mom could be on the taller end for women, or at least medium height, but i also imagine Leevy's father being pretty short for a man, hence why Leevy is 5'2. heights can vary a lot even between full siblings (for example, my older brother is 8 inches taller than me because the men on my dad's side are always >=6'0 while the women on both sides are average/short), so it's not a stretch at all to say that Gale is more than a foot taller than Leevy despite them being cousins

[talisetekt]

Talise, I come with a very important question

Is 4' 11" short? Asking for a friend

It depends on the context (gender and country), however, as a woman from England who lives in America, I consider 4’11” to be short. Mainly because most people I see in my daily life are roughly between 5’3-6’ and the average height for a woman is 5’5”.

[theodorecanaryhood]

The tale of the Robin who never loved

Jason Todd x Male Reader (including swearing and sex)

Happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

A dark abandoned warehouse filled with the screams of Jason Todd, the second Robin. The angry teenager who got too cocky.

Joker had just about done all methods of torture on the young man, laughing hysterically the whole time. Fear and sadness was all Jason could feel right now.

Jason never loved his whole life, his parents were just as bad as most of the scum who roamed the streets at night in Gotham. Jason lived in the streets, then being adopted by Bruce Wayne.

Jason found it hard to love the man he now calls Dad, feeling like he was only adopted into the Wayne line to replace his older brother, Dick. Not there because Bruce loved and cared for him.

So, here it was now in present day Gotham City, with Jason, or rather currently Red Hood, dishing what he was given all his life.

His unhealthy amount of anger was fostered by a pair of personas, until the day it was finally released on anyone who crossed him the wrong way.

Jason was not a happy man nor was he an empathetic man, at least not to those he didn’t care much for. He, of course, would make it very obvious. If Jason didn’t like you, there was no changing it, he did not like you.

Half the time there was no reason behind it, he just didn’t want to be open to new people. So used dislike as an excuse.

One particular humid night on patrol, humidity, heat and anger are never a good mix FYI, Jason was just not in the mood to give in. Patrol was rough, and criminals would be on the receiving end unfortunately.

The night club was loud tonight as the music blared, so loud the floor vibrated violently. Though no one cared, alcohol mixed with lights. People were never caring to complain the nightclub music hurt their ears.

Jason in particular stood out as he sat alone at the bar, drinking neat whiskey, more neat whiskey, shots, neat whiskey.

Was he drinking to forget? Feel better? Sleep better?

Jason didn’t know at this point as he poured the booze down his throat, waiting for the affects to kick in. One thing from the pit, was his tolerance got better, would drink way more than the average man and still had no affect. Drunkenness was not easy to come by.

The music was a good choice as Jason just listened and hummed along, to himself and just enjoyed the feel and the beat.

‘Hey handsome’ a woman smiled as she approached Jason.

Not unattractive to be fair as she stood a good height, roughly about 5’6, blonde curly hair, night dress. Great legs and soft skin. Big, blue eyes, not overdone with the fake tan and makeup.

‘Hi’ Jason side smiled, the woman placed her hand on Jason’s bicep, having a good feel.

‘I’m Elena, wanna dance with me?’ She asked, not letting go of Jason’s arm.

‘Sorry, Elena, I’m not really a dancer’ he replied politely, trying to pull his arm out of her grip.

Jason had his admirers but never cared much to let it go anywhere. To be fair, Jason knew his type, he just never met anyone from that.

‘It’s ok, we can have some drinks and see where the night goes’ Elena continued, flicking her hair behind her shoulder.

‘We can have a drink, I really don’t mind. Could use company’ Jason agreed, Elena getting happy as she sat next to him.

The two spoke for a while as they got past the first name basis, talking about music interests, different types of cocktails they liked.

‘So, you wanna have that dance now?’ Elena asked after a minute of talking about random music choice.

‘Still not a dancer, sorry’ Jason reminded, Elena smiled as she shrugged.

‘No problem hotness, we can go back to my place and have a different kind of dance’ Elena laughed.

‘You are a very beautiful woman Elena, but you’re really not my type’ Jason responded as politely as possible.

Elena looked at Jason annoyed as she sighed, looking him the eyes.

‘What would make me your type?’ She asked, Jason chuckled a little.

‘My type is toned, dark haired, nice eyes, great smile, male’ Jason informed, Elena clocked on and nodded.

‘Got it’ she said, sliding off the chair and walking away with her drink.

Jason laughed a little as he started on his next drink. Not paying attention to anything as he found humour in the situation he was just in.

That’s when he knocked someone’s arm and spilt their drink all over them, Jason’s eyes shot wide as he turned to them.

‘Oh my God, I’m so sorry, so sorry’ Jason apologised profusely to the male figure standing next to him.

‘It’s ok, really I didn’t look where I was going’ you said, seeing as Jason stared at you.

Call it enough and it’ll happen as Jason looked at you, toned, nice eyes, great smile, dark hair and male. Shit.

‘Let me buy you another drink’ Jason said as he urged you to stay next to him.

‘It’s ok’ you placed a hand on his shoulder, Jason insisting.

‘No really, it’s only polite, I knocked your drink out of your hand the least I should do is buy you another’ Jason kept insisting as he got the bartender over.

‘Hey, can I get another…uh’ Jason looked at you, you laughed.

‘God father’

‘Right, another one please’ Jason said to the bartender as he paid for the drink.

‘Feel like I should take you out to dinner’ you chuckled to Jason as he handed you the drink.

Jason looked at you with his eyebrows raised, smiling a little.

‘I mean, you brought me a drink so I should get you dinner’

Jason kicked the bar stool next to him to invite you to sit down, which you did.

The two of you sat for ages as you laughed and talked about life, having quite a deep conversation. You couldn’t deny this handsome stranger was quite intriguing.

‘I’m Jason Todd by the way, just realised I haven’t told you my name’ Jason held out his hand.

‘Y/n y/l/n’ you shook his hand with a bright smile.

The night got late as you looked down to see it was almost 1 in the morning, you didn’t even register how late it had gotten.

‘Crap, is that the time?’ You said looking at your phone screen.

‘Curfew?’ Jason asked jokingly as you smiled, nodding.

‘Something like that, was telling my roommate I wouldn’t be out too late tonight’ you stood up as Jason looked a little upset.

‘Well, if I give you my number will I get that dinner you promised?’ Jason asked, holding your hand.

‘Yeah, here’ you pulled a marker from behind the counter and wrote on Jason’s arm, your number of course.

‘Don’t wash that arm till you save my number’ you winked as you have Jason a kiss on the cheek.

Jason was almost floating the whole way home as he kept thinking about you, literally all he thought about for the 15 minute walk was you.

Your laugh, your smile…everything about you, Jason just wanted to go see you now.

‘What the hell?’ Jason said to himself as he got to his front door, wondering why he was like this all of a sudden.

First date was great, you gave Jason what he promised. Second date, Jason promised to kiss you spontaneously. And he did.

Jason stood with you under an archway as he took your hand in his, pulling you in and giving you a deep kiss. The kiss almost made you stop breathing as your heart stopped too, for about 30 seconds.

The kiss was all Jason could think about for the next couple of days, he couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. How good it made him feel.

It had been so long since Jason had kissed a guy he was sure he’d do something wrong, but you were so laid back. It took the pressure off.

Jason stood staring at himself in the mirror as he adjusted his shirt collar, he sprayed himself again. Thinking about how the next part was coming.

You entered Jason’s apartment after he kissed you at the door, all Jason wanted to do was kiss you. All the time.

There was a nice candlelit dinner with some light music on in the background, though no one paid attention to the music.

Jason couldn’t help the aching twitch in his pants as he looked at you, holding your hand from the other side of the table.

You weren’t doing much better either as all you could concentrate on right now was the same thing, the twitch.

Jason stood up as he took your hands in his and stood you up, kissing you passionately all of a sudden. A kiss you welcomed.

You pulled Jason in and pressed yourself up against his body, a body you’d been dying to see.

Jason slid your shirt off as you didn’t even register he’d unbuttoned it, you unbuttoning Jason’s. Running your hand down his torso, looking down and almost gasping.

‘Wow, you’re ripped’ you smiled.

A sigh of relief came from Jason as he pulled you in for another kiss, a relief that you never once commented on the scar filled body.

Jason lifted you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist, taking you to his room. Throwing you on his bed.

Jason pulled your pants down, your underwear and greeted your throbbing, hard dick with his mouth.

You threw your head back into the pillow as you moaned out, a breath escaped from your mouth in sheer joy.

Jason worked on your shaft like a pro as you moaned out, Jason held your hips in place as he went to work.

The bliss from his new found hobby was a feeling you didn’t know you could have, Jason holding you down so he could do all the work.

Jason came up to your face as he gave you another deep kiss, his tongue tasted of your pleasure. Though he wasn’t ready for you to finish yet.

He rolled you onto your stomach as he pulled your legs apart, Jason’s tongue tearing into your hole. Giving kisses to your ass cheeks, along with bites.

Jason was so hard it was hurting him but he wasn’t ready until you were, he wanted you to tell him how much you needed him. Jason was polite like that.

Jason dug his fingertips into your cheeks while his tongue devoured the hole, you gasping in pleasure.

‘Jason, I want you’ you breathed out, you felt Jason smile while his face was against you.

‘You sure?’ Jason asked, you grabbed at Jason’s leg, urging him to come closer.

You rolled on your back and kissed Jason deeply again, his lips were something special. You’d never had kisses like his before.

His kisses were hungry almost as Jason would grab and pull you close, yet he was also light when kissing, he would lightly peck before getting deeper.

‘Holy, wow’ you gasped as Jason took off his underwear.

There it was, Jason’s prize for your patience, his hard and throbbing dick, at least at a good 9/10 inches.

‘Come here baby’ Jason said sweetly, pulling you closer to him.

Jason lay you on your back while he kissed you, laying in between your spread open legs. Jason was lined up and ready.

You guys had spoken about protection already, you telling Jason you’re allergic to latex, so Jason took the responsibility to get latex free condoms.

Jason slid into you slowly, you buried your face into his shoulder, taking deep breaths. Jason entered and stayed there for a few seconds.

‘You ok babe?’ He asked you, you nodding as you breathed your way through it.

‘Yeah, feels amazing’ you smiled, Jason pecked your nose.

‘You want poppers?’ He asked sweetly, you shook your head.

‘No, just fuck me’ you urged as Jason began to move slowly.

Slow and small thrusts to start as No to brag, but Jason was aware he was quite big in the genital department, so he usually had to take his time when having sex with someone new.

‘Oh God, that feels amazing’ you breathed out, Jason smiled as he saw your face. Biting your lip, closing your eyes while your head was back in the pillow.

‘My sweet Angel’ Jason whispered as he picked up a quicker pace.

It had been a while for Jason so he was aware to take it slow, not to finish too quickly. Also, he was enjoying the view of you.

‘Jason, oh God’ you couldn’t find words as Jason began to move faster. Testing how fast he could go with you.

The more Jason sped up the more you loved it, so Jason began going quicker to a point where he was slapping against you.

‘I wanna sit on you’ you said as you urged Jason to roll on his back.

You slid back onto Jason’s dick while he lay down, you sitting on top.

You slid up and down slow for about a minute, running your hands up and down Jason’s arms and chest, then you began to go quicker.

‘Fuck, baby, y/n’ Jason almost shouted as you began to bounce quicker, allowing Jason to go balls deep inside you.

Jason took his hands away from your waist as he put one hand under his head, laying back. The other hand resting in your thigh.

Your hips moving as you began to jerk yourself, Jason taking his time to let you finish first.

‘Oh God I’m so close’ you moaned as you lay down on your back, your seed spilling everywhere. On Jason’s chest, the bed.

Jason chuckled as he started to pick up a quicker pace, you sat back up straight, feeling Jason inside you still.

‘Oh fuck, fuck’ Jason growled as he began to feel himself getting closer and closer.

‘Come in me’ you called out, neglecting the fact that the neighbours could hear you two.

Jason lifted his hips off the bed slowly and sharply as he got the end. Throwing his head back into the pillow.

You lay next to Jason as he caught his breath, while you kissed at his neck and shoulder.

‘I really need to clean up’ Jason smiled as he kissed your head, rolling out of bed.

Time went on and the two of you became more and more inseparable, after about 6 months Jason asked if you wanted to move your stuff to his apartment. You of course, accepting.

‘I really want to suck your dick’ Jason randomly said to you while you were cooking dinner, you smiled a little.

Jason lifted you off your feet and rested you on the counter, pulling your pants down as he went to work. Swallowing the load that came out.

‘Save the energy for dessert babe’ you smiled, Jason slapping your ass, pressing himself into you.

The two of you just had so much fun together and Jason was not even surprised or scared the first time you told him you loved him. He just wrapped you up in a hug, telling you he feels the same.

There was more to the relationship than just spurts if sex in the day, night and other times. Mean, you and Jason had sex nearly every night.

The other parts of the relationship was Jason surprising you to a trip away, Bruce’s beach house, a weekend getaway trip, a shopping trip. There really wasn’t anything Jason hadn’t surprised you with.

You introduced Jason to all the local Gay bars, you took him on his first pride March. Most precious to Jason, you just loved him hard. Probably the hardest anyone has ever loved him.

Jason Todd, the Robin who never loved, had changed dramatically and was mad at himself for so long going without you, for himself refusing to love and be loved. You helped him as he was now able to not only love you, but himself.

[lemonpoundcakes]

The spotlight refocused, and the performer emerged. The figure striding out from the curtain was not a drag queen but a drag king. She was average in height, a few inches shorter than herself, and roughly her age. Her vivid pink side-cut was combed and slicked back. She wore a vintaged red and black motorcycle jacket over a white shirt, with pin-striped pants. Motorcycle boots with something of a steampunk motif completed the outfit. She struck a disco pose, isolating her hips skillfully and jerking them to the beat.

She spun around on her heel, popped the collar on her leather jacket, and launched into motion: Strutting, dipping and swaying purposefully toward Caitlyn with a gleeful spark in her eyes. Surely, she had mortified many a woman on her birthday.

_____

Finding herself at a drag show on her birthday, the wealthiest heiress in Piltover becomes taken with a struggling ex-con who intends to give her the best birthday of her life.

[tempenensis]

Is there official data on yuki's height, i see posts say that she's like above average height for a Japanese woman like actually close to gojo's height

I don't think we have official info yet, but looking at the panel from chapter 144, she seems to be roughly close to Yuuta's height

Yuuta, however, we have actual official info from this graph

This would make Yuki around 180 cm, maybe slightly taller - which is yes, above average for a japanese woman. But not as tall as Gojou.

[feetlovrpuppygirl]

A hand was put to my back, roughly shoving me to the ground. I tasted blood. "Fuck."

The bag was taken off my head, slowly, tauntingly. A woman stood before me, wearing a Farsight around her head and a knife around her leg, probably invisible to people standing at her height. I was on the ground, though.

"So you're the little girl who's been messing up our little business." Her hand found my chin and pulled me to a standing position. I growled at her.

"Which business? Are you police?"

"No, dear. We're the rats of this city."

I knew them. They had influence from beneath the surface, where the government had influence from over it.

"This city doesn't need machines that can kill."

"Are you sure? Even to take out the despot at the top?"

I was silent for a moment. So she knew a bit about me. "We don't kill."

"Why? I find it quite effective."

"We need to show the people-" I'm interrupted by a punch to the face. She hits hard.

"The people aren't going to listen until we show them power." She crouches down and pulls my head up by my hair. She doesn't look angry, rather she's completely nonchalant. "The willingness to exercise it is why you're a nuisance and we're an organization."

"You're going to become exactly like they are."

She frowned at that. "I won't, because I'll remember."

"You are right that we don't really have people, though. You wanna give us some of your members?" I laugh in her face.

She laughed softly and dropped my head to the ground, cracking my skull against the pavement. "No."

The door burst open, a flashlight shining in, and upon hearing the sound the woman bolted. The flashlight chased her, but didn't catch her before she'd disappeared into the darkness of the warehouse.

"Are you okay?" I heard metallic footsteps behind me. I couldn't see them.

"I don't want your help." I struggle against my restraints. If only they hadn't searched me, I'd have my knife.

"It's okay. It's okay." The robot flipped me over so I could see her face. "I'm Two." It untied my restraints.

"I can walk."

"Are you sure? I know a good doctor."

"I don't want help from a robot." I stumbled off. Or, tried to. Two caught me after two steps.

"Let's take you to a medic. I know a great one. My sister, Stephanie."

"A robot medic?"

"Me and my siblings are a bit different than your average robot." I would have said she said it joyfully, if I believed robots felt that.

"Fine. I'll go." If only to get away faster. I had new things to prepare.

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

Birthday Bumps

by disingenue

*The spotlight refocused, and the performer emerged. The figure striding out from the curtain was not a drag queen but a drag king. She was average in height, a few inches shorter than herself, and roughly her age. Her vivid pink side-cut, was combed and slicked back. She wore a vintaged red and black motorcycle jacket over a white shirt, with pin-striped pants. Motorcycle boots with something of a steampunk motif completed the outfit.  She struck a disco pose, isolating her hips skilfully and jerking them to the beat. She spun around on her heel, popped the collar on her leather jacket, and launched into motion: Strutting, dipping and swaying purposefully toward Caitlyn with a gleeful spark in her eyes. Surely, she had mortified many a woman on her birthday.*

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Finding herself at a drag show on her birthday, the wealthiest heiress in Piltover becomes taken with a struggling ex-con who intends to give her the best birthday of her life.

Words: 3844, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Tobias Kiramman, Cassandra Kiramman

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Drag King! Vi, Caitlyn and Vi are in Love (League of Legends), POV Caitlyn (League of Legends), POV Vi (League of Legends), Femslash, Fluff and Smut, Minor Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Top Vi (League of Legends), Soft Vi (League of Legends), Soft Caitlyn (League of Legends), Lesbian Vi (League of Legends), Oral Sex, Tribadism, Scissoring, First Time, Vaginal Fingering, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Light-Hearted

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[howtofightwrite]

Can you talk more about height and combat? Like for example a taller woman fighting a shorter man? I usually see the opposite (and the woman having all of the disadvantages) but how would it look the other way around? Assuming neither is skinny.

In most circumstances, height is less important than a lower center of gravity. Height can be useful in some situations, such as being able to see over obstructing obstacles. Reach is very useful, though overall height results in a negligible increase to reach.

So, generally speaking, any object with a lower center of gravity will be more stable than one with a higher center of gravity. Obviously, when we're talking about inanimate objects, you can get some weird examples where this isn't the case, but when you're talking about your normal, roughly humanoid object, a lower center of gravity will be more stable than a higher one.

This leads into another general statement that won't be true in every possible case, but is important to be aware of, if someone says that women have, “all of the disadvantages,” in a match-up, they don't know what they're talking about. The low hanging fruit is that women are more resistant to exertion and exhaustion than men, and that will become important in a prolonged fight. As mentioned earlier, they have a lower center of gravity (in most cases), meaning that they'll be more stable than a male foe.

If you've ever watched Judo videos of a five-foot-nothing girl casually tossing a massive guy around, what you're seeing is a practical consequence of that lower center of gravity. This is just a practical application of basic physics. If your center of gravity is below your opponent's it is far easier to leverage them off the ground and deposit them in a tangled pile of limbs at the location of your choosing.

Beyond that, while getting into ground fighting can be very dangerous for the smaller fighter (regardless of their sex), being able to put your foe on the ground before getting dragged down yourself, does open the door to some options for ending the fight, if you have the stomach for it.

A taller woman versus a shorter man will narrow the difference between their respective centers of gravity, and may make it possible for the man to get his center of gravity lower than his foe, but it depends on the relative height difference, and you'd be looking at some pretty extreme differences before this starts to become a realistic possibility.

In the grand scheme of things, the total amount of mass is less important than where that mass is located. This is why ground fighting, that is to say, when both combatants have already fallen over, and are continuing to fight without getting back on their feet, can be very hazardous. At that point, both participants are about as stable as they'll ever be, and sheer volume of mass can be used effectively. When you're standing, not so much. Also, yes, there is a window in the transition to ground fighting where one combatant has gone down, and does have a stability advantage. Some martial arts (again, Judo comes to mind) specifically train to act in this window. You're not going to fall over again, so you may as well take the opportunity to maneuver and drag your foe down, with an eye for making their trip to the ground less pleasant than yours.

Something we've said, many, many, times is that reach is very important, and this is true. So, it would follow that a shorter person would have less reach, which is also true. On average, your arm-span should be roughly equivalent to your height. So, if you're 6ft, you should have a 6ft armspan. If you're 5ft8in, you should have a 5'8” arm span. (There's some slight variation based on gender here, which has more to do with the length of your individual arms. The average arm length for an adult male is ~14.5”, while the average arm length for an adult female is ~13.5”, even though the average height difference is ~5”.) However, in most combat situations, when we're talking about the importance of reach, we're talking about a difference measured in multiple feet. Someone armed with a 4” dagger is going to have a difficult time countering someone armed with a 60” greatsword, for example. However, when you're talking about a difference in a few inches, that's not nearly as decisive. Unless your shorter character is dramatically shorter, they shouldn't have any difficulty reaching their opponent, so while reach is an exceptionally important consideration in armed combat, gender isn't likely to be an important factor when calculating overall reach.

The big thing to understand about height, and this is very true when looking at authors interpreting its importance in writing, is the factor of intimidation. A taller person will generally feel more intimidating up front, and a lot of visual narratives use this as a cue to show that a character is at a disadvantage. Adventure fiction, like Indiana Jones for example, uses this to great effect and so do most martial arts action movies. When someone is talking about the importance of size, that's usually what they're referencing. When you see a massive person walking on screen or popping up in your favorite anime, your brain mentally checks itself and goes, “oh. Oh no.” This, of course, has nothing to do with reality, it's just our brains interpreting danger.

We say this a lot on the blog, but really, you learn to fight with the body you have. Men and women fight the way they're trained to fight, so they don't have intrinsically gendered fighting styles after release into the real world. The concept of gendered fighting styles really comes from anime and other fighting games or as a reaction against socially constructed systems such as 'fight like a girl!'

If you ask Michi, who grew up doing martial arts, what it looks like when a tall woman fights a short guy, her reaction is to shrug and say, “it looks like two people fighting.” There just isn't a discernible difference outside of personal, stylistic preferences.

-Starke

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[shalomniscient]

ARCHIVE ENTRY #2: SHRIKE [PTN]

“I’ll do better this time. I promise.” - Shrike, to [ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED]

◆ Name: Shrike ◆ Title: Passerine Eulogy ◆ Alignment: Anger ◆ Tendency: Reticle

Shrike is a fanmade character in Path to Nowhere. A mysterious Sinner who appeared one night on the MBCC's doorstep. No records of her exist on any database, as if she's nothing but a ghost. If you asked her, she'd agree.

◆ Info ⤷ Birthday: May 14th ⤷ Height: 170cm ⤷ Damage Type: Physical ⤷ Birthplace: UNKNOWN

◆ Appearance Shrike is a woman of fair complexion and average height with short, mint-green hair and eyes roughly the same shade. Her hair is cut unevenly, clearly done unprofessionally and in a rush, likely with a knife. On the left side of her face, one strand of hair is longer than the other. She wears an earring on her left ear only. She has a scar crossing from the tip of her right brow, to the edge of her right jaw.

On missions, Shrike wears a black coat over a standard-issue MBCC Adjutant uniform. The coat itself is quite ragged and is torn in certain places. The uniform, though similar, has some distinctly different features, such as the white panel being on the left side, rather than the right. Shrike also wears a leather glove on her left hand only, and wears the typical knee-high heeled boots. Most importantly, however, Shrike is missing the beret normally issued to Adjutants.

◆ Mutation Assessment The subject has the ability to traverse the multiverse. This gives the subject two other adjacent abilities, which include temporary intangibility as she phases between universes and the ability to somewhat predict the next few possible moves of her opponent by rapidly cycling through other universes and observing their outcomes.

According to the subject's own admission, her Sinner ability awakened when she suffered an immense failure of her duty. Desperate to correct her mistakes, she was contaminated by Mania and became a Sinner.

The subject's corruption state fluctuates randomly. Sometimes the subject experiences 'glitches', where she flickers in and out of the current universe she inhabits, causing a spike in Mania. However, these 'glitches' are easily calmed using the Chief's shackles. Beyond this, the subject exhibits a stable mind and low physical corruption. ⤷ An interesting fact noted by the medical team is that Shrike's DNA has a 100% similarity to Adjutant Nightingale's.

◆ Criminal Record The subject has no record in this universe, and remains tight-lipped about her criminal status (or lack thereof) in her home universe.

◆ Serving Term ⤷ Serving Term 1: The subject typically prefers to keep to herself, maintaining what seems to be a professional distance between herself and other Sinners. Notable exceptions are the 9th Agency Commander, Langley, as well as Sinners Donald and Matilda. Shrike is openly hostile to all three parties, and will vacate the premises if she encounters these three.

⤷ Serving Term 2: The subject is highly meticulous and capable at paperwork. The staff sometimes pass excess work to her, such as reviewing documents and evaluating reports. This extreme efficiency also applies to Shrike's performance on missions.

⤷ Serving Term 3: The subject has frequent nightmares during hypnotherapy sessions that causes her M-value to spike. During these nightmares, the subject often calls out to Chief in between screams and cries of regret and anguish. Thankfully, Chief is always around to use their shackles and calm her down.

⤷ Serving Term 4: The subject is sometimes puzzled by Chief's relaxed, friendly and compassionate behavior towards the Sinners. She appears to have expected Chief to behave otherwise. Although, she is quite happy with this change of pace.

◆ Voicelines

Obtain the Sinner...

...It's good to see you again, Chief.

Level Start...

This time, I won't fail. I swear.

Win Battles...

Chief, are you harmed? No? That's good.

Lose Battles...

No, no, no, no, not again, please...!

Special Conversation 1...

Your shackles... they feel strange. Softer. Kinder. It's... nice. I hope I can help them stay this way.

Special Conversation 2... [unlocked after completion of Chapter 13]

Hecate is different. There is so much... life to her now. Hella, too. You really are something, aren't you, Chief? They--no, all the Sinners are lucky to have you.

Special Conversation 3...

I've traveled more worlds than I can remember, and I've lost you in every one. But this time--this time will be different, Chief. I won't let anything happen to you, I swear it. I'll do whatever it takes.

Developer Notes:

Meet Shrike, everyone. Possibly the most traumatized OC I've ever made, the product of my fever delirium and minor obsession with ITSV while listening to History Has Its Eyes On You on repeat.

To put simply, Shrike is Nightingale--if Nightingale failed to keep Chief alive. Shrike's universe hopping is in an effort to correct her mistake, but every universe she enters, Chief still dies; except for this one.

Shrike has traveled at least a dozen universes.

Shrike's name comes from the bird of the same name. Shrikes are passerine birds just like nightingales, but they are leagues more violent. Shrikes are also colloquially known as butcherbirds!

Shrike's weapon of choice is a handgun, just like Nightingale's. I haven't come up with a kit for Shrike as of yet, so for now she's relegated to being a lore-only character.

Shrike has negative trust in anyone even remotely associated with Paradeisos. Given the opportunity, she absolutely would put a bullet between Shalom's eyes.

Shrike is one of those characters whose loyalty is so strong it can corrupt into immorality. Devotion and destruction, one in the same.

As always, I can't draw for shit, so here's another Picrew of what Shrike roughly looks like. Since she's also technically Nightingale, you could also just imagine Nightingale, but a little more beat up and with short hair, LOL.

taglist: @e-hibiscus

[banglemanhimself]

have you heard about the unique breeding compatibility between that guy that started the half foot union and larger species? Well, when it comes to taking cock, it's said that Chillchuck is the best in the island. standing at 3 foot 7 inches tall, he’s the perfect height to take the average tall man dick, his petite figure is enticing, arousing anyone who sees him. His body is tender and succulent, perfect for any amount of rounds. not only dose he have a natural instinct to arch his back, exposing his hips designed for birthing. Chillchuck's cock is known for its robust flavor and soft meaty texture as well, making him an ideal choice for those seeking a hearty helping of white goodness. With his disproportionately large load size, he can provide enough sustenance to keep a gooner satisfied for days. it ads an almost comedic affect with how small his dick is. average size for his species being roughly 3 inches. ontop of that, with half foots heightened senses, you'll be sure to be making him cum more and faster than you. And let's not forget his versatility when mating with multiple partners. With his small and limber body, he can work his way into any number of positions between almost any quantity of people. Whether it's impregnating, sucking, or swallowing, Chillchuck is the ultimate breeding tool for any man or woman who comes his way. So, next time you're venturing into the depths of the dungeon, keep an eye out for this treasure. With his unmatched compatibility with anyone, Chillchuck is truly a gooner's dream come true

[doberbutts]

Correction. Hot large hunk.

I understand what you're trying to do but I think the size qualifier is unnecessary. At 5'10'' I am roughly at the average height for a man and slightly tall for a woman. I'm the shortest person in my immediate blood family and I'm one of the tallest people at my job.

[dragon-phoenix-along]

Y’all get my crack fanf au info now.

I’m not sure what I’m calling it, probably something catchy like Star struck, but Idk.

It was made before the Ruin DLC came out, but might change to a “oh shit these guys are incredibly impressive and we should save their code” kind of thing.

Original idea below cut, along side newer idea(maybe)

This AU is basically biased on two things:

Sun and Moons hight

And my hight.

We don’t have their canonical heights, however we can assume their hight is roughly between 6-7 feet (1.8-2.1 meters)

Guess who else is conveniently in that size range?

Me, or at least me when I finish growing. My family’s average high is 6”4 (193 cm) (which is tall for an afab person)

Now for an afab person who wears heels?

Let’s just say it’s a high range I’m well within, when I’m dressing how I like.

Here’s the basic premise of the AU, my charter Minnie is 6”3 (190 cm) and is a kind of eccentric scientist, who is hired by this company to help create robotic assistants, and security guards.

Minnie hears the rumors around The Fazbear company, and about how advanced their AI is.

Now being a coder, who created almost every bit of these animatronics they have, they are very interested in Fazbear. So with permission from their company, they ask if they can go and see these animatronics in action.

Which animatronic happens to deal with helping people and doing security work? (And has its own cult following?) The Daycare attendant!

So Minnie comes in mid-day to watch the Daycare attendant. Which would have been fine if not for two things:

Minnie insisted that they not know why they were here

Minnie is a 6”5(they wear platforms) goth woman with long burgundy hair and dresses like a Victorian ghost

So this visit goes about as well as you think, and after giving Sun a miniature panic attack after they not only managed to fall into the ball pit, but also get themself on top of a play structure. When the Daycare closes they are throughly interrogated by the rather stressed Sun

…

Yeah thats the best first interaction Minnie had with All the animatronics in the Pizza plex.

But Minnie isn’t alone in this adventure! No no!

They have their security guard Will to help as well!

Now Will, short for William obviously, is a 5”5 (165 cm) Trans man who got hired my Minnie to help develop the AI of Pegasus, the security guard animatronic they are working on. Picrew of him at end.

Now Will’s actual job description is such: To break into a place Pegasus is in and survive. That’s it. He was originally hired by Minnie to do this by breaking into the building Pegasus was guarding and then steal a box.

The box was his job application forms.

Now Minnie and Will have a strange friendship, and the reason Will got his name is because of a pun.

Will feral.

Now the reason we call Will feral, is because after being hired by Minnie to basically light their few Million dollar robot on fire, he decided to follow Minnie around. Minnie is eccentric and weird and need supervision from both Will and their little helpers.

Minnie being a successful, gender queer who dressed like a Victorian lady in mourning often gets them spotted and harassed. And one day, while on the way to a meeting. Will just started barking at this guy who kept making passes.

At a later date, he had soda in his mouth and started to foam at the mouth while barking at a man who had done something similar.

So Wills second job came around. Minnie’s personal security guard.

And as Minnie’s friend, who gets paid to hang around them, drop to all fours bark and growl at people. It’s understandable that he also asks to be able to foam at the mouth on command.

Wills hole gag is being this feral little goblin man, who is smart and is technically inclined. Except he’d rather bite his friend, and drop to the ground on all fours and start barking and growling like a dog while foaming at the mouth.

If you’ve been paying attention I also mentioned Little helpers.

The Little helpers names are Heart, and Star.

They are two of the other type of animatronic Minnie makes. The assistant type.

Heart is the model body version of Pegasus, and test AI for Star.

Now Heart and Star are designed to run off of air pollution, such as an excess of greenhouse gases. They take that in and convert it into oxygen (like a plant) and run off of that.

It’s Also worth mentioning that Heart and Star are 45 and 69cm tall (1”6 ft and 2”3ft)

Heart and Star run around following Minnie around most times, but they have their jobs in the work place too. As cute as they are. (Image will be below Williams, Heart on the right, Star on the left)

Two more major oc, then I promise I will add the animatronics!

Comet, and Another who we are calling PI, short for Poor Intern.

Now PI is assigned to Will and Minnie after they break into the Pizza plez (instead of Gregory originally) and make Moon create a report on their break in.

Long story short for THAT fiasco is that Minnie wanted to test out Moons reaction to a break in, but wanted to see it in person. So after sending in her hired “thief” they go in, and scare Moon (cause 6”5 human who stops breathing when you look at them and 5”5 human who drops to the floor and starts foaming at the mouth Is Something He Was NOT programmed for) And escape.

Minnie’s company was not impressed and assigned PI to make sure they didn’t break in again.

They did.

And this time they were supervised!

Comet comes in as the Emotional Support security guard, who also gets spooked by the Victorian ghost, feral man, and GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL who break in.

Comet ends up helping them to communicate between companies a lot, and develop Heart and Stars AI.

Comet and Minnie end up as a couple, and PI and Will end up together.

It’s mainly just a crack fic for my friends with some cute animatronic OC’s I’ve made (and Pegasus)

Here’s what you’ve been waiting for this hole time!

My cannon hights list!!!:

Dj: 10”

Moon: 6”7

Pegasus: 6”6

Minnie: 6”5 (6”3) [With then without heels]

Chica: 6”4

Monty: 6”2

Freddy: 6”

Map bot: 5”10 (Favorite bot get a different hight)

PI: 5”8

Security bot: 5”6

Feral bastard man, (Will):5”5

Roxy: 5”4

ESSG(Comet): 5”3

Wet floor sign: 3”

Star: 2”6

Baby music man: 2”

Heart: 1”6

Cheese: “10 [Will’s animatronic friend]

SCREEEEE(Twilight): “6 [Comets animatronic friend]